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yelled at the wonder of it as his body pulsed, releasing his seed into her, until everything went black.
    He heard a scream and sobbing. More of both. It was his dream woman, her voice angry and violent and demanding, forcing his mouth to make sucking motions while she sent liquid down his throat. And then he knew absolutely nothing.
     

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    “New assignment.”
    Vaughn’s voice came through the speaker at her elbow, rousing Sasha from a semi-trance. It was a welcome distraction. She stretched. Yawned. Put both legs fully before her and wriggled her toes. She’d never felt so relaxed and blissful. She was nearly humming with it.
    “I asked not to be disturbed.”
    “It’s Akron.”
    “Fine.” Sasha sighed.
    “He’s giving you a choice this time. Budapest or Monte Carlo.”
    “Which one pays more?”
    “Budapest.”
    “Take Monte Carlo. I’ll be a sitting duck anywhere else.”
    Doctor Findlay came from around the screen, adjusting his collar and tie, and Sasha’s bottom lip dropped. She was having trouble not only with controlling her mouth, but her breathing as well.
    “Not even my mother would make me wear this.”
    “What’s…wrong with it?” And why did her voice have to croak like a frog with the words?
    “I look like an extra in a spy film. From the 60’s. And I’m taking a guess at that since you don’t stock mirrors.”
    “You look…amazing.”
    “Right. Like I believe that. This attire is dated. Where did you procure it? Salvation Army?”
    “I had all your wardrobe designed, Stuart.”
    “Then it’s your taste at fault. And how, pray tell, would you have known my measurements? My
exact
measurements? Hmm?”
    “My taste is impeccable. You look spectacular. Truly. I’m drooling.” And saying odd things her mind wasn’t clearing first.
    “Your tailor is a disgrace.”
    “I’m serious, Stuart. You really do look…perfect.” Her voice dropped on the last word.
    “I feel like a game cock on display. A Findlay wouldn’t be caught dead in this. There’s no room in this jacket for even breathing. Let alone trying to move my arms. And these pants? Fitted slacks like this went out with disco. There’s no way I’d be dreaming and outfit myself like this. A thick robe, some cold beer, and a remote – yes. This? No. Which does mean all this is your fault.”
    “Monte Carlo, then?”
    Vaughn’s voice floated out into the space through the intercom. He was laughing. If Sasha could blush, she’d be blushing. Stuart didn’t do more than put his hands on his hips, which just showcased how narrow they were, while the jacket sleeves molded to every muscle on his arms.
    “Yes.” The word trembled.
    “Very good. Expect touchdown at 4 am. Given wind speed.” The intercom went silent.
    Stuart cocked a smile, and Sasha had to look away.
    “What time is it anyway?”
    She couldn’t help it. Something about him drew her. She glanced back as Stuart settled into one of the chairs with an ease and grace he’d lacked before. There wasn’t one ripping sound coming from anywhere in his attire. It fit perfectly. It was exactly as she’d ordered it decades ago, during one of her lonelier episodes, when she’d thought of her mate.
    But nothing could have dreamt Stuart into being. Sasha darted her glance away again before he caught her. This was such unfamiliar territory. She detested it. She’d hated men for so long, it didn’t seem possible. The man was truly jaw-dropping, pulse-stirring, and something else. He was sensual now. Every move in his body defined and carried that exact description.
    “So…why are we going to Monte Carlo anyway? If we’re gambling, I need funds. I’m sure they have ATMs there. They do, don’t they?”
    “I have a job to do.”
    “You’re working?”
    Sasha nodded.
    “This should be good. What is it you do?”
    “I’m an assassin.”
    He hooted, then sobered. “Of course you are. What else would a vampire be doing?”
    “You don’t